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Quiet Collectors - Torture The Deaf Mute

by Alexander Dust

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Bloody Paul The most experimental among the Dust's works, utterly beautiful in its touching [as always] ironic sincerity and romantic madness. It's surely leaves me in suspence of the next one. Favorite track: Fuseli (the blind white horse).
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1.
Return 05:00
My Return Overtakes another long black limousine My Return Just around the bend remembrance of a crippled dream Houses smaller but the trees still too high The perspective remains wrong as hard as I try And then I try my return Holes in walls where they carried out So many people I once knew Across the playground wher the big boys stole my cap And I just let the to (I loathed it anyway) First beaten up then fucked on the same spot And I wish I could forgive But though I say that I will I know I will not My Return On a day as bleak as many a day I used to know My Return Could it be a matter of perspective where I go? We all must go
2.
Sum 02:39
Pacifist Hedonist Existentialist Soloist Optimist Masochist Analyst Fatalist Illusionist Autist Egotist Realist Impressionist Activist Sadist Bigamist FranzLiszt Exhibitionist Therapist Artist Pessimist Solipsist OliverTwist Mysticist Mentalist Sentimentalist Braintwist Expressionist Egotist Extremist Defeatist Muse-kissed Evangelist Antichrist Artist Clenched Fist Soloist
3.
As we moved out of the darkness Through the portal's gothic weight The cathedral spat us out And left us blinded in the shade And saints and sinners stared From stonework up above Their visions round our heads Intensified our love And do you feel what we desire? A catholic artist I could be Create my work for heaven's sake Thus subverting every moral that Sent others to the stake The virgin martyr's mouth In lust of agony The naked flesh that's torn Feels just like you and me Heresy Heresy Here's Sexuality I looked into your eyes And I saw Catherine on her wheel rolling by Agatha and her breasts like bells - Ding Dong Eulalia on her cross – kiss me, come on And do we know what we desire? And do we feel?
4.
Collectors 05:09
Note: Sense is indifferent to halos and birth Note: Faith is experience and we're collectors Faint distant silhouettes ever lost and true And moments we collect to be companions on our deathbed Collected through the years the moments that we know Will make it easy when we have to go They may even make us smile We are collectors Note: Beauty is evidence Soul fictitious but real Note: Pain always feeds on pain and we're collectors Finite and never stopped 'til we see again The moments we collect to be companions on our deathbed The memories we keep of moments that we spent Are to precede us when we meet our end Time will come and we will go But we are collectors
5.
Another day returns the same old sun that dried out puddles on my way And another day reclaims the hurting space That silence filled since yesterday But every day will push a sandcorn through the glass And buries me among the time I thought could never pass Of the other days – that's why I fear another day On another day we'll find a moment Change neglect into concern And on another day we'll miss to shake the hand Of someone who won't return And every day will carve a line into your face Thus deepening the rift that will impede me to retrace The time I said to you: Don't be afraid There'll be another day And another day will make me speak the words today I wouldn't dare And on another day – but will there be another day? But we are here, so why should I care About the other day, another day
6.
I won't go by like the out-of-favour guest I won't go by like the pain in your chest I won't go by like the siren in the night As time goes by But time is not on my side I won't go by the name of (….) I won't go by the book I won't go by like the shadow on the sun I won't go by like the hare on the run
7.
You will not hear me The storm is strong again over the plains You have to move your ear up to my mouth To catch the words I'm forced to say When the mass is shouting I stay close behind I am the Quiet One The megaphones and drums used as truncheons on the mind You see, I'm not the silent one, just the Quiet One Sincerity will speak and truth will find a voice It will be soft The little child that screams and kicks an bawls will have his way But will it be loved? And history loves those who scream and shout But there are the Quiet Ones And between the deafening noise disapproval has a voice The voice of the Quiet Ones And does the loudest word always have to be the last word? I am the Quiet One but there are times when even I have to clear my throat And speak Silence is in vain I am the Quiet One and I despise you who make me have to shout Never will it be the same just watch out Stupidity is always loud
8.
Pardon me now though it's a little too late We share too many memories Since we got lost in a maze of remorse I could speak of anything but love – it's still waiting for me like Bowie in Berlin And time will show what there really is to know Everlasting questions are the jaw traps under snow And time will show where we are and where we go All lovers must die like rivers will flow I'm locked in this dull coumbarium where all wasted moments are kept In their urns in their alcoves Neatly labeled and waiting for time to show that all is lost And the words I did not use and the hearts I did not move Are lining up before me like a firing squad And the tears I did not smile and the smiles I did not cry They will be there – I don't care – but they will be there I didn't meet Bowie in Berlin – but maybe I did I met Bowie in Berlin – who can tell? And time will show what there really is to know Everlasting questions are the jaw traps under snow And time will show where we are and where we go All lovers must die like rivers will flow
9.
Rebuild 03:13
I wonder how could you dream about it and the rebuild again Like a shed on a barren field will be rebuilt again To put it straight :All that I ever tried was to unmake my birth Not to rebuild again And tear the fabric of time and space to go back again And then again I'll drill the wall and hollow out the base I'll saw the frame and set the roof on fire It takes a little fire to rebuild again And I'll be dead in the flames And there'll be nothing left to rebuild
10.
Why do we wait in line why do we stand in awe Like children by the surf to see what we abhor So watch me now while I drill holes into my boat The depth is down below so tired of being afloat I don't need deeper waters it's possible to drown Face first in shallow waters when I just lay me down And there are silent waters that are not deep at all But there are deeper waters that scream and brawl Mute and bewildered like fish lost in dreams of dry land lose themselves in the water and drown I will not wait in line I'm halfway to the sea The hammer missed the nail that pnned me to the tree I'll suck liquid from these wounds then I bend and tumble down I'll drink the ocean dry if he won't let me drown
11.
Press your ear to my breastbone Now do you hear what you desire and need? Tie yourself to my ribcage And as the earth shakes you will shake like me The tales of a summernight have to be told in the cold Silent is the place for lovers And it's words that slowly tear us apart Trust the evidence of your ears and of my Tell Tale Heart And when you sleep I will listen to you and then you'll discover The imprint of Pan's hoof on my breast You deserve a beating of my heart and it will go on and on like a madman banging a funeral drum Silent is the place for lovers And you know silence is where lovers meet The tales of a summerday have to be told in darkness And who will be playing my part? Just trust the evidence of your ears and of my Tell Tale Heart
12.
Endenich 04:22
And I will wait until your eyes can see The cemetary that is growing around my bed Rose Monday morn fools dragged me out of the Rhine They should have left me there Silence of broken strings that died under your hands I feel with them because I will die just like them Madhouse Don't end Please don't end Endenich Silence of broken strings will haunt me while I wait for you to come but when you come I won't know you anymore And the name spells „end“ Endenich
13.
Platitudes 03:23
Life is a nasty business, you hear what I say You're chasing evasive answers and then you die anyway Life is a nasty business and kills every day Love is a dirty business though it smells like fun You're hunting for self respect by destroying the other one Love is a dirty business that has to be done And even if we turn around it still stands in our way every day Give me some platitudes now Give me something fast give me some attitude Give me something to cling to, some platitude An existence consisting of platitudes It's about time now to show me some gratitude Give me something to cling to give me some platitude Sometimes it will only take one to feel like truth
14.
The day I lost my faith was a beautiful day The sun was shining upon the stones and the holes And the birds were high in the trees The day I lost my faith I wasn't complaining But suddenly all went quiet And I thought to myself I'm just an empty boat avoiding the riverside Slowly gliding down the streams in the dusk Every man finds his own darkness to grope about Waking the sleeping snakes under his feet And Mary Magdalen begged me to stay A skull between her breasts a horsewhip on her thighs How could I say no? And so I lost my faith and lost it over again And then I realized I unconsciously regained it to lose it again It must be some kind of Sisyphos thing to lose it to regain it and to lose it Again
15.
Ant Mill 05:15
Follow the trail that everybody follows it must lead somewhere Like everybody does can it be wrong Follow the trail I'm clinging to a backside and recline Moving in a circle and in line Pheromonia In perfect colonies self organizing failures on the run Pheromonia Keeps us moving along on and on Follow the trail Does anybody feel like something's wrong? Follow the trail Our tribal instincts tell us to move on
16.
The silhouette on the wall eyes on an empty frame the shape of it all And when the stables are shut half a eunuch is tired The sun casts its dying rays upon the plain simple things in life And the silhouette on the wall the souls of insects and of slugs Will they be remembered at all This is the night that silence will not end Every man must return The house and the windows look right but there is no light Just silhouettes on the wall Stains on a table cloth devoured by sperm and by blood And again I see your smile while you're moving from my side Your fingers press the latch Behind the door The night Alexander, dream your dream Torture the deaf-mute try to make her scream Alexander, make your day There's a distance that's not far away Saddle the horse the blind white horse Enter blind horse And the silhouette on the wall I do not understand But bodies will fall When you turn away you won't see the shape of it all Slowly fading in the dawn

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This is a Double Feature - originally meant to be a classical double album on two LPs with four sides. "Quiet Collectors" is the more conventional one in terms of songwriting, a liitle more introverted in the themes and generally a little calmer. "Torture The Deaf Mute" gives room to the darker notions and sometimes leaves the traditional form of "song" in a more experimental way. However, it is not so much the question of black/white or good/evil but of two different approaches and two different manners of tackling a matter.
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released November 23, 2015

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Alexander Dust is the lead singer and mastermind of the Goth/Dark Wave Band ALSO. Alexander Dust started working as a Solo artist in 2010 and released 7 albums on his own label "Painful Scream Records" so far. Apart from that, he is supervising the release of the ALSO backcatalogue. www.facebook.com/dustalso ... more

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